Chapter 129: Maoshan Zhao Wen challenges Japanese comrades today
Looking up at the sky, the energy of heaven and earth in this world is not as sufficient as that of the Great Qin world, but it still contains a lot of Yin Qi, especially where I am, the Yin Qi still has a violent aura.
The sky gives people a feeling of depression and even destruction all the time. There is no possibility of practicing in such an environment.
That is to say, Zhao Wen can leave this world at any time, otherwise when he starts to practice and senses this world, he may go crazy.
Turn around and look towards the door!
"Clang clang clang!"
There was an extremely gentle knock on the door. If Zhao Wen hadn't had a strong spiritual sense, he probably wouldn't have been able to sense the murderous intent contained in the knock on the door.
"Come in!"
A young man wearing a very strange robe slowly opened the door and came in. After giving a respectful salute to Zhao Wen, he said: "You are a practitioner from the Qing Dynasty. The owner of Tianye Dojo invites you to come and meet!"
Completely ignoring the flash of viciousness in the other person's eyes, Zhao Wen clapped his hands gently with a smile on his face and said: "Great, I have long heard that the Taoism here in Japan is very strange, and I was just thinking of seeing it!"
He followed all the way to the dojo. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a dozen warlocks with different auras staring at him greedily.
Everyone tried their best to burst out their aura and suppress it towards themselves, their faces filled with aloof coldness and arrogance.
As he thought, the lid of a golden coffin in the stone door flew up. Zhao Wen gently raised his hand to grab it. The zombie appeared in his hand and he threw it directly forward.
In terms of cultivation, none of these dozen people can compare with him, but there are many weird ways in Taoism. Now he doesn't even have a magic weapon for self-defense. Zhao Wen has no intention of fighting with others.
technique.
"Ouch!"
While still in mid-air, the zombie opened its eyes and roared.
"This is the first time I've come to visit, so please don't be offended by the small gift!" A master's chair appeared behind Zhao Wen, and he sat down very naturally, looking at the dozen or so people in front of him who were already fighting with the zombies.
"You are so brave. You dare to release zombies of this level. Aren't you afraid of the karma of heaven and earth? Why don't you take it back?"
With an angry roar, a bunch of people ran out from behind the dojo. Some stepped forward to help block the zombies, while others yelled at Zhao Wendao.
Another coffin lid opened in the stone door, and without hesitation another zombie was thrown out, the second, the third...
"Zhao Wen, a disciple of Maoshan, challenges our Japanese colleagues today. Anyone who thinks he has the ability can come and fight!" Zhao Wen's voice resounded throughout Kyoto, and one breath after another continued to come in a straight line in this direction.
After the last zombie was thrown out, Zhao Wen disappeared instantly, and a few minutes later, he reappeared in the hotel room.
Now that the world is at the end of the law, zombies are considered a type of cultivator, and they are no exception. When these zombies are released, they will naturally be extremely powerful at first, but it will not take long for their strength to drop, and then someone will naturally clean them up.
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However, before the zombies' strength is reduced, the casualties will never be small.
This is also the biggest reason why Zhao Wen came over as soon as he got the zombies. He never thought about taking these zombies back to the world of Daqin.
One after another, violent roars came from the direction of Kyoto, mixed with screams from time to time.
Lightning flashes fell one after another in the sky, there were even gunshots, and fire started to spread.
"Amitabha, the donor released so many zombies and made Kyoto a river of blood. Could it be that he didn't feel any guilt in his heart!"
A monk in white robes walked in lightly with two women.
"If people want to cause trouble for me, I will naturally use my strongest means. Whether they can stop this means has nothing to do with me!"
Looking at the old monk, Zhao Wen's aura was released and then closed, letting the other party know his strength, but he still sat on the chair very leisurely, showing that he had no intention of taking action.
"Amitabha, people in the world are so greedy. If Taoist friend is willing to take back these zombies, the poor monk will definitely ask everyone in Tianye Taoist Temple to apologize to Taoist friend!" The white-robed monk had a look of compassion on his face.
"Old monk, are you kidding me? If I had the ability to take back these zombies, would I still use them as my trump card?"
"Since you can't take it back, why did you release this kind of zombie that exceeds the current limit of the world!" The two women following the monk shouted angrily at the same time.
"For self-defense, if no one is causing trouble for me, I will definitely take this thing back as it is and continue to suppress it within the sect. But since someone is asking for trouble for me, the responsibility for dealing with them is naturally those who are causing trouble. This
They came after me, what does it have to do with me!"
"I don't know whose disciple the donor is!" The old monk's voice was obviously filled with anger. Dozens of zombies are now using their lives to pile up. God knows how many people will die if all of them are trapped.
"Zhao Wen, the thirty-sixth generation disciple of the Maoshan sect, if you think there is something wrong with what I have done, you must write down my seniority and name clearly when you complain to heaven and earth. Otherwise, I am worried that the seniors in the sect may be dim and misunderstood.
If you don’t, your confession will be in vain!”
Zhao Wen's tone was extremely casual, even with some indifference. The seniors of the Maoshan sect are all over the heaven and the earth. Of course, they cannot deal with the big sect. After all, there are elders on both sides, but it is impossible to deal with the small sect in this desolate land.
There are no taboos, it's just that a group of people in the sect are so stupid in their cultivation that they can't think of using such a method.
"If you are not convinced, now that the three mountains are unified, the seniors of the three mountains have suppressed some interesting things. I can bring them all here later so that you barbarians in the frontier areas can see the details of the Central Plains sect!"
While speaking, a rune has been drawn in the void, and the mark of the Maoshan Sect on it can be seen at a glance: "But remember, Zhao Wen, the thirty-sixth generation disciple of the Maoshan Fu Sect, don't find the wrong person!"
"You..." The murderous intent on the two women was pointed at Zhao Wen unabashedly.
"My fellow Taoist is at such a high level, but he completely ignores the taboos in the cultivation world. Aren't you afraid that Japan will retaliate in kind?" The old monk's voice was filled with tyranny. If he hadn't determined that his cultivation level was not as good as Zhao Wen's, he would have definitely killed Zhao Wen.
Grab it and send it to the zombies.
"You can give it a try. Then I will pray to heaven and see if heaven and hell will take care of it. If not, it will naturally be handled by the elders in the sect. What does it have to do with me, a thirty-sixth generation disciple!"
"you!"
The old monk's eyes were on fire, his aura was constantly fluctuating, and his body was trembling slightly, like a wounded beast. He wished he could rush forward and fight Zhao Wen right now.
He now understands that the other party is bullying him by virtue of his identity as a disciple of the great sect. Although the other party's own strength is combined with his identity, he has no way to deal with it.